Thursday, June 30, 2011

Dear Time,

Could you pretty please stop going ridiculously fast? Seriously, I think my days suddenly consist of 12 hours rather than 24. This baby is already coming soon enough. I'm a little freaked out about it. Oh, and my baby...he's almost 2, and he's really freaking huge, and really freaking smart. And that freaks me out too. I don't need you pushing me around and making things go any faster than they already are. Give a girl a break. M'kay?



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